Earlier today, Bradley Woodrum treated America not only to his prose stylings, but also to that peculiar joy that only a snowman-shaped mouse cursor can cultivate in a man’s (or, ideally, a woman’s) bosom.

Which, that gave the present author an idea — an idea to which the reader can become privy by meeting me on the other side of the jump.

Pretty excellent, right?

For those of you who’ve effed up somehow, what you’re missing is a Dick Allen-shaped mouse cursor. You’re also missing a happiness that not even Odysseus knew when he spent, like, eight or 11 years trapped on Calypso’s sex island.

For any blogger interested in recreating this magic in your own electronic pages, here’s the code: